I have mentioned the camp in a previous post from last year. It is not my favourite place to stay at this point in my life,but the Captain likes to go, and so we went. The black flies, mosquitoes and wood ticks were there in abundance, and just about drove me crazy. Swat, swat, slap, slap and swat again. I was always checking my pant legs for ticks. The first time, after walking the path to the outhouse, I had at least 5 ticks on each leg. It was hot, and because of the bugs, I spent most of the time in the camp. There was no sitting out under the big pine. We stayed for two nights, then headed to Shelburne, where we stayed in a lovely cottage in town. It was the complete opposite to the camp, and very comfortable.
We used to live in Birchtown, a community very near Shelburne, and we were keen to see the Black Loyalist Heritage Centre, as well as the museum complex in Shelburne itself. I had been to the Centre once before, with my daughter, Heather. It is a fascinating place, and one would need to go several times in order to get through all the information they have accumulated, and it is dedicated to the Black Loyalists who came to Nova Scotia after the American Revolution. The largest Black Community was in Birchtown. If you have read or heard of The Book of Negroes by Lawrence Hill, it was here that he got lots of information as he was researching for the book.
The interpreters were very knowledgeable, and extremely friendly. I felt as if I had known these folks, as they made us feel so welcome and comfortable. We were fortunate enough to hear The Storyteller, dressed in period costume tell a story. She captured you the minute she began and it was truly a great experience.
The Story Teller - Louise Delisle
I wish I had taken more pictures of the Centre, but I just didn't think of it. There was just so much to read and see.
The School House Museum, built in the1830's
We also visited the Museum complex right in Shelburne. There was the museum, the Dory Shop and the Ross Thompson House. Again, no pictures except for this one of a very old fire engine....and I'm not sure which museum I saw this in.
In order to make it easier for the Captain to get around these various museums, he took his walker. It certainly helped me to understand how difficult it can be for people with disabilities to get around. There is usually an upstairs in these old museums, and I carried the walker up and down stairs, as the Captain was able to walk up and down, with some difficulty, but he and I made it. I was a little weary at the end of the museum days. It was nice to be able to rest at the cottage, where I could sit and enjoy a cup of coffee.
HOWEVER....this creature was at the camp....I was not impressed!!!!!!!
I do not know anything about this house but it caught my eye
as it seemed to be totally engulfed with ivy.
We headed back to the camp for one more night, then back home, where little Aslan was very happy to see me. It was a long week, but I'm doing okay.
I guess this is all for this time.
Summer has finally arrived.
I hope it will be a good one.